Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"So there's no need to prepare any potions..." Snape lowered his head thoughtfully and said in a low voice.

When his eyes came into contact with the slightly swaying fluffy white tail of the other party, he turned his face away again.

"Oh, let the poor child sleep, there's nothing a sleep can't fix."

Pomfrey stroked his white hat, and looked lovingly at the boy under his eyelids.

"If you can't, just sleep again." Cyril chased after in a muffled whisper, and then her eyes widened - because she was rubbed on the top of her head by a hand - the kind that connected to her ears !

"Son, I'm sorry... I couldn't help it, isn't it too cute? Is your family like this too? Excuse me, I mean your mother's family, do you also have ears?"

"...It's okay...but, in our place, the white fox clan can only transform when they are very young or when they are adults...and, it is completely transformed..."

Upon hearing this, Pomfrey glanced at Professor Snape, and Snape quickly turned around: "It seems better to contact your parents."

Snape picked up the parchment, wrote a few words briefly, and threw it into the fireplace. An armchair and a teapot were conjured up, and the three of them waited for a reply.

Cyril found early on that it was difficult to concentrate or keep quiet since she had furry ears and a tail.

But now it seems that my hearing has improved a lot, and I can hear many sounds that I ignored before, such as the ticking of the still from the adjacent laboratory, the rustling of the sneezeweed, and the footsteps of students passing by outside. With the sound of rubbing against the cloth, everything became very novel, and the waiting became unbearable.

Rubbing restlessly on the chair for a while, the boy finally couldn't hold back and stood up in embarrassment under the eyes of everyone, flicked his tail, tapped his toes, and finally controlled himself to lie on his stomach with the little reason left. The urge to stretch.

Even so, it's conspicuous enough...

The boy tried to pretend he hadn't done anything, and sat down obediently again, stroking his tail by his legs.

Madam Pomfrey put down her teacup, and said with a smile: "It's so cute. I guess this feeling is very similar to that of Animagus, who will always instinctively approach her own animal image, with more cute habits... …do you want some meat, dear?”

Cyril was staring at his toes, but raised his head upon hearing this, wrinkled his nose and turned to Professor Snape: "Can I have something to eat?"

Madam Pomfrey spread her hands slightly, showing Snape an expression that she really did.

Snape turned his head silently, stared at the boy's starry eyes for half a minute without a word, and finally nodded as if giving up: "Doudou!"

Universal Doudou appeared in seconds: "Doudou is willing to serve you!"

"Get Mr. McLean something to eat."

"Dear Mr. McLean, what would you like to eat?" Doudou automatically ignored the hairy ears on Cyril's head, and looked at her favorite little wizard with excited eyes.

"Hmm... Roast chicken, the kind that is sizzling and oily, it's better to have a little lamb chops, steak is also fine... Oh! Yes, yes, the braised pork ribs you made last time are very good... If it doesn't bother..."

"Doudou understands! Mr. Little Wizard wants to eat meat. Doudou goes to the kitchen to see what kind of meat is available. Doudou is the best at cooking meat! Doudou is going to prepare it now!" The little elf shook his big ears excitedly , with a high-spirited fighting spirit.

"Doudou." Professor Snape's deep voice broke the two people's enthusiasm for a full meat feast.

"Yes, sir."

"Just two chicken legs and a glass of milk, nothing else."

"Oh... yes sir." Doudou bowed her head shyly to Mr. Wizard in front of her, then quickly and sympathetically cast a sympathetic glance at the little wizard who looked desperate because the big meal was ruined, and disappeared in place.

After a while, Doudou reappeared, holding a glass of milk and a tray, on which were two grilled chicken legs with a strong smell, as if to comfort Cyril that he could not eat other meat, these two chicken legs looked very special big.

Snape frowned slightly, and finally restrained himself from saying anything.

While Cyril was munching on the chicken legs, the reply from home also arrived - a roll of folded parchment flew out of the green flames.

Snape summoned the reply letter to his hand, read it at a glance, and handed it to Madam Pomfrey opposite with a blank expression.

Pomfrey looked much slower than Snape, and finally let out a long breath of relief: "It seems that there is no major problem. You may have to worry about it tonight, Severus."

"Huh? What did my dad say?" Cyril looked up from the drumstick belatedly.

"Don't talk while you're eating," Snape replied fiercely.

"Oh, okay." The boy bowed his head decisively.

"Then Severus, I'll go back first, and let me know if there is anything to do. Don't worry about tonight." Madam Pomfrey stood up calmly, stroking the non-existing folds on the wizard's skirt.

"Of course, that's why I contacted you in the first place. Thanks for your hard work, Bobby." Snape put away his legs that seemed to be two meters long, and stood up, together with Cyril who stood up together Send the kind witch back to the hearth.

"Well... take it. You stay here tonight. I will arrange a room for you alone. After all, your current situation needs to be kept secret." Snape handed the letter to the boy, and waved the extra armchair The tea and tea sets were cleaned up and the office was restored to its original appearance.

Of course, it also includes the half of the chicken leg left by the boy, which he didn't have time to eat. It's very ruthless!

"Huh???" The boy picked up the letter from his father and questioned it without raising his head.

"Severus:

Spread the letter good.

My whole family and I were shocked to receive your news suddenly.I'm sorry that I didn't inform you of Cyril's special bloodline in advance due to negligence. I thought it would be fine.It seems that it is still not cautious enough.

Fortunately, you are the only one present. Of course, I hope his identity is kept secret as much as possible.

To be honest, Cyril is quite special. He couldn't control his ears and tail when he was very young.But as he grows older, these are much better. I thought he would not have this problem before he became an adult.

Grandpa Cyril looked through the family books just now.It was found that his localized shape is not an isolated case, and some underage foxes in the group will also appear in this situation when they are stimulated.Not a particularly big problem.

Dog is naughty, I hope you will forgive me a lot.This is expected to continue throughout the night.According to his grandfather, maybe he will be more excited tonight, and he will have some small animal habits, you can discipline him normally.So if it is convenient, I hope you can stay for one night.After all... the way it was, going back to the Slytherin lounge wasn't a good idea.

Another: I probably have some clues about the medicine you are looking for.Come back and talk about it.The specific time will be discussed again.

Rest early.

yours sincerely

Benedict"